Spoilers herein.
The elder Bunuel made films that were slickly vacuous, thinly self-referential and highly abstract, but they had some cinematic consistency. I find even the most celebrated trivial.
The younger made this. It doesn't flow well, and is devoid of any visual sensibility. But I found it much more intelligent and adventurous.
A writer writes a book that is this story. Her lover is a painter who paints this story. They encounter a publicist whose job is to make things seem different than they are, and a millionaire who is intent on manipulating local reality as a pull on art.
The entire thing comes from an egg. The entire thing comes from a vision in a pub. The entire thing is a vision created by Francoise. The entire thing is a story in a letter intercepted and soaped, or an intricate chess game in three dimensions that creates in three dimensions, or a dream of the valet's.
Or a history of her husband recounted by Leonore to herself as she paints her face in public - or perhaps just a phantasm in the night during an unexpected picnic.
Maybe it is a bad movie that charmed me through the several century old magic of Prospero, who is quoted here throughout.
Ted's Evaluation: 3 of 3 - Worth watching
The elder Bunuel made films that were slickly vacuous, thinly self-referential and highly abstract, but they had some cinematic consistency. I find even the most celebrated trivial.
The younger made this. It doesn't flow well, and is devoid of any visual sensibility. But I found it much more intelligent and adventurous.
A writer writes a book that is this story. Her lover is a painter who paints this story. They encounter a publicist whose job is to make things seem different than they are, and a millionaire who is intent on manipulating local reality as a pull on art.
The entire thing comes from an egg. The entire thing comes from a vision in a pub. The entire thing is a vision created by Francoise. The entire thing is a story in a letter intercepted and soaped, or an intricate chess game in three dimensions that creates in three dimensions, or a dream of the valet's.
Or a history of her husband recounted by Leonore to herself as she paints her face in public - or perhaps just a phantasm in the night during an unexpected picnic.
Maybe it is a bad movie that charmed me through the several century old magic of Prospero, who is quoted here throughout.
Ted's Evaluation: 3 of 3 - Worth watching